Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Did you miss me? Did you think I was dead? (Honestly, at some points, I thought I was dead. I have never been so tired as when I got off that plane... but here I go, already getting ahead of myself...) Well, I hope you did, and I'm not.

It is not possible to sing a song too many times (Elle me dit, anyone?)

I'm not as smart as I think I am

It is possible to be entirely consumed by mosquitoes

I am not as socially awkward as I had always suspected (whattt)

You need sweatpants

No matter how sad you feel, mini doughnuts will help

Sleep is overrated

Dancing in the rain is not

POURQUOI?

I own way too many clothes

Being pushed in a shopping cart is the way to travel

You will never regret taking photos

How to do the carwash (...our own special dance, too special to be explained)

Tea is the addiction of our generation

So is flax (go figure, people just got really excited)

LOUIS RIEL

Bowling= bonding

Cold showers after long runs are the best things of life

And, most importantly:

it is totally possible to be in love after five weeks (or even much before)

I have never met a group of people I felt this strong a connection with. At the beginning, I felt so many misgivings... but it has been the best summer of my life. I haven't been blogging as much as I might have liked, but in exchange I've definitely been living!

Saturday, July 6, 2013

As I haven't been posting much lately, I thought you might need a re-introduction to me... in the form of a vlog!

Ok, so to be entirely honest... I made this at the beginning of June. But everything still applies!

And to be even more honest... (what's more than entirely? Totally? Totes?) the only reason I decided to make a vlog at that time was because I had just gotten a makeup application done and my eyes looked pretty. (Plus, the makeup artist told me my eyelashes were phenominal. Definitely a compliment to remember!)

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Even well, if you don't count the fact that I'm melting- this is without a doubt the most humid city I have ever visited. I now know how the Wicked Witch must have felt, and pity her sincerely. Other than that, though, I'm having a lovely time!

Best of all... I don't feel lonely. I feel as though this is right where I'm supposed to be.

It's an odd feeling, and not one that I have often. I'm used to being on the outside, looking in- or perhaps on the inside, trapped inside myself, observing my own actions as through through a mirror. (Is that really me? I'm certain my hair didn't look like that this morning...) But, whatever the reason, I feel at home here.

(This may be because I'm exhausted and everything is happening in a dream-like state. Who knows, maybe I really am dreaming- maybe I've been trapped within the mysterious and not-always-functional wifi and this is my plea for help? You may also blame my slightly philosophical state on tiredness. It's the all-purpose excuse.)

Sunday, June 30, 2013

So, I'm off again. As I mentioned in my last post, I leave tomorrow for Winnipeg for five weeks! (On Canada Day. Really. Everyone else will be partying and I'll be sitting on the plane, probably beside some bizarre person who wants to discourse on about eggplants.)

How long is this for, you may ask?

Five weeks.

Do you know how much packing that involves?

This much.

(just assume that everything is stuffed to bursting, mainly with makeup and clothes)

My current life dilemna: why is it that socks always seem to disappear? It's not like I'm only wearing one at a time... The most plausible explanation right now is that our resident ghost wears them as hats and forgets to return them. (Or maybe it's my cat?)

My other problem: how many things am I likely to lose? I could make a list, but I just bought a new notebook and I don't want to contaminate its lovely interior just yet. (The first page is always the hardest. I never want to ruin it and yet I always end up disappointed.)

At least I have an epic soundtrack to comfort me.

I don't know how much time I'll have to blog while I'm over there- I'll try to fit some in and keep you all apprised of my adventures (or maybe misfortunes?)- but, as I don't know what the schedule is (or- the horror!- where I'll find Wifi) it might be difficult. (For some updates, follow me on Twitter!)If you don't see me around much, have a lovely summer anyway, blog ninjas!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

I haven't done (anything) one of those "Currently..." style posts for a while (okay, I only did one once, so it's not like I've been neglecting a life essential, but still) so I thought I'd let you all know what's crack-a-lacking! (How do you spell that? More to the point, does anyone say that anymore?)

Listening to...

This song is just so cute and happy! (Plus, someone dressed as the Doctor makes an appearance. Obviously I'd like it.) I've also found myself strangely obsessed with everything Owl City... too cute. It's like a hug in music form.

Wishing... that I had gum. I really want gum. I also wanted gum yesterday, but we did not have any. THE SADNESS.

For those of you who don't spend over 2 hours browsing online tea sale sites, matcha is powdered green tea that you whisk into a froth and drink with milk... mmmm. It's very sweet and light, perfect even when it's hot out!

Feeling... terrified, traumatized, tired... why are there so many negative t words? This is the first time I'm mentioning it here, but on Monday I leave to go to Winnipeg for five weeks- I'm very excited about it, but it's bizarre to think that I'm going to be away for such a long time and then leave almost immediately after for university. Everything is happening so fast! (I say, reclining in the hammock and reading...)

So maybe I'm obsessed (and reading into them far too much) but I find their descriptions of evanescent beauty utterly relatable. I might not be pining over lost love but I still feel that sense of being a spectator in my own life that he manages to capture so well. (Can I just say I want to be him? Except minus the drinking and mental breakdowns?)

Wearing... My aviators. All three pairs.

And most definitely NOT my uniform. Goodbye, kilt of awkward lenght! Au revoir, polo tent! You, I will not miss.

The idea of cleaning with chocolate and coffee just seemed so luscious that I couldn't resist. (Plus, one of the coffees we have is revolting and this seemed like a good opportunity to get rid of it!)

Watching...Blogilates videos.

DO IT. Right now. I dare you. It's only four minutes long... but it might kill your legs. (Hopefully it does because otherwise I will feel pathetic. Honestly, I'm not sure whether to find the thought that the only thing I'm even watching right now is exercise videos pathetic or not...)

Saturday, June 22, 2013

The moment that grade twelves wait for all year (or maybe that's just me?) has come and passed. Prom was
sweet-bitter; bittersweet, but in reverse, and no less lovely for it. Here's
how it all went down...(Warning: long post ahead. But at least I look gorgeous
in the photos, so you have plenty of eye candy.)

2:00: wake
up with last minute terrors: what if no one shows up? What if everyone else
looks much better in their dress than I do?

3:30:
convince self that fears are groundless and go back to sleep.

5:30: wake
up. Read Georgette Heyer novel and do yoga in attempt to calm self down. This
will be basically your entire day, because it doesn't quite work. (Aka: you are
so stressed that you're not even hungry. This has never happened to you before,
but you appreciate not needing to eat every fifteen minutes.)

2:00: buy
Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuchino, because sugar + caffeine= good in every
situation. (Especially when you've already been awake for almost 12 hours...)

2:30: arrive
at friend's home to start getting ready.

3:30:
actually start getting ready. This includes:

-redoing
hair 17 times because the style that seemed so simple the first 10 times you
practiced has suddenly acquired the complexity of open heart surgery

-acquiring
a taste for country music

-texting
other friends frantically

-worrying
that makeup is too heavy and that you look clownlike

5:45:
supposed time of arrival at school.

6:10:
actual time of arrival at school. (Oops.) Wander around admiring everyone's
dresses.

6:20: get
photo taken by professional photographer and feel like model.

(too. much. glamour.)

6:30: be
forced to put on cap and gown. Realise that the cap makes you look like you're
bald, and that you now have to go up on stage wearing it in front of everyone
there. (Of course this is also when your date will walk in and you will make a
gorgeous first impression.)

6:40:
nearly pass out or vomit from stress.

7:00:
ceremony actually starts. Listen to long and boring speeches by people you
don't even know.

8:00:
things are perking up- you've received plenty of scholarships! (The advantages
of a) being a nerd and b) going to a small school.)

8:30:
realise that if you don't get out of the cap and gown soon you're going to die
of excessive sweating before the fun part even starts.

9:00:
ceremony finally ends. Sprint to take off your gown, then take lots and lots of photos with friends. They will all be
attractive (even if you are as red as a tomato in many of them. And not just your dress. Sigh) despite the awkward school background.

(extra cupcakeness!)

(even though I'm not actually looking, I had to include this to a) show off my eye makeup and b) show off my date... aren't we cute?)

9:10:
admire corsage...

...bought by Bond Girl friends. (The ladies of mystery, dressed all in black.)

(this is honestly my favourite photo of the night. I have no idea why)

9:20:
wander around (again) and try to figure out what's going on. (This is your life
in a sentence.)

9:30: find
the dance floor. Immediately start dancing like a maniac with friends... even
if you're the only ones there. (Sad story.)

9:50:
continue dancing with friends. Forget to say goodbye to all your classmates as
they begin to depart for the after-party. (...Whoops.)

10:20:
slowdance last song with Kori. Be pleased you are not slowdancing with date
because the two of you are so sweaty that it produces a bit of a Velcro
attachment effect.

10:30:
watch date leave. Realise that, yes, this is all actually happening, and that
you won't see many of these people again, and start crying.

10:40:
after a few final photos with friends, depart for McDonald's.

11:00: have
mood slightly boosted by ice cream and listening in your friends' two separate
conversations.

(McDonald's- where all the cool kids go on a Friday night.)

11:40:
leave McDonald's and drive friend home.

12:20:
arrive at after-party.

12:22: get
bored of after-party. Realise that being one of the only sober people is No Fun
but have no desire to get drunk.

12:40:
leave after-party with other sober friend.

1:20:
arrive home. Jump on trampoline in effort to boost mood.

1:30:
collapse on kitchen floor and cry so hard even your cat won't come near you.

2:00: go to
bed, still teary but slightly more able to breathe.

...and
there you have it: my graduation. Minus the hysterical sobbing (and the
never-ending speeches), I enjoyed myself. (And if you really read every word of
this, major brownie points to you- not quite enough yet for a home-baked pan,
but close.)

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

It's not a surprise; the relationship hadn't been working for quite a while. I yawned while we were on dates. I read instead of paying attention to what they were saying. I hid under desks to avoid contact (true story) and yet... I feel a pang in my heart at the thought that we're really over. At my age, 4 years is a long time for a relationship!

At least today was a good day to break up. (Minus the math exam. That was somewhat of a fail... let's just say writing random equations is not always the best way to go.) Sunny, lovely... and filled with cute monsters, of both the cuddly variety...

(the problem with reflective glasses? you can tell I'm taking a selfie)

and the friend variety.

(so much sexy. the school can't handle it.)

(Oh, and his sad face? Let's just say I discovered a new skill for air hockey today. WATCH OUT. Especially because my strategy is slamming the puck as hard as possible, without direction of any kind...)

So, despite the fact that I knew the end was coming... it was a good last date. (Give me a day of wandering around with friends anytime.)

I can't believe we're really done. We've had our ups and downs... but as a whole, I can look back on our time together as a good one. Maybe not the best days of my life (at least I hope not!) but I've definitely learnt, and laughed, and lived. (Do I get extra points for alliteration?)

So... goodbye, highschool. May everyone else have as successful a relationship with you as I did.